going to church with jonathan swift and other tales
Hi Everyone,
No pictures this time, I promise. I am actually feeling a bit dizzy now. Today was slightly disapointing and breath taking all at the same time. I discovered that I do have a wee problem. Sometimes I find myself completely lost and without an idea of what to do next. I usually sit there or stand in one position hoping I will be enlightened, but end up relying on the kindness of the Irish folk. I have become well acquainted with the taxi's here, because I always seem so confused about where I am and how to get back home. I have three maps, but never seem to know how to get from one destination to the other. I also feel like I am weaving in and out of time. For example, I sat down for breakfast this morning and seemed quite aware of what I was doing until I got up for some black pudding and hash browns. I sat down and poof! I felt nauseaus and just out of it.
I really am happy that I am in this hotel. The room is spectacular and the service is excellent. I am aware that I have spent waaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy more than expected while in Dublin and that I have lost money along the way. I am not too pleased about that, but I am trying to look on the bright side.
I went to church with Jonathan Swift this morning at St. Patrick's Cathedral. He was the dean there and is buried there as well. I sat in the first pew with great wonder and tried to be respectful as I could. I read along with all the responses and knelt down for the eucharist and wine. There are some differences between the Anglican and Catholic church, but not enough to make me feel alientated. I enjoy listening to the choir, preacher and minister and watching all the candles lit up like stars in the sky. Ironically, I spent most of the day in churches, because I wasn't sure where I was headed and somehow always landed in a church.
I also saw original texts of the bible and other books at the Chester Beatty Library. Their collection is impressive and awe inspiring. You honestly feel like your are being transported to 200AD and reading fragements of these sacred texts.
I had a bit of a mishap yesterday when trying to wash my clothes. The chemicals from the detergent were so strong that I ended up pouring half a bottle of body wash (don't ask. I don't even understand myself sometimes) hoping to neutralize the smell...which it did to a certain extent. My clothes are not yet dry and I will try to blow dry them I guess. I swear I feel like the undomestic goddess. Watch out Sophie Kinsella!
The weather here is kinda crazy. It starts off with thunderstorms and then comes the gusting wind and rain...and then all of a sudden you are in the boiling heat..and the cycle continues. I keep sweating and not taking in enough liquids, because I am so caught up in being lost and trying to gain my senses..that sometimes I forget to eat. It is only when I give up and hop onto some tour bus that things slowly get better. Well anyways, I wanted to wash my clothes again because I felt so sick. This time I washed and rinsed them and now hoping they will hang dry. God knows what is next. I will have to repack everything tonight and then tomorrow hopefully meet Seamus.
If I don't get a chance, I will just get on all the hop on and hop off buses as much as possible and try to take it more easy. I am hoping it is just a bad case of jet lag and things will pass soon.
No pictures this time, I promise. I am actually feeling a bit dizzy now. Today was slightly disapointing and breath taking all at the same time. I discovered that I do have a wee problem. Sometimes I find myself completely lost and without an idea of what to do next. I usually sit there or stand in one position hoping I will be enlightened, but end up relying on the kindness of the Irish folk. I have become well acquainted with the taxi's here, because I always seem so confused about where I am and how to get back home. I have three maps, but never seem to know how to get from one destination to the other. I also feel like I am weaving in and out of time. For example, I sat down for breakfast this morning and seemed quite aware of what I was doing until I got up for some black pudding and hash browns. I sat down and poof! I felt nauseaus and just out of it.
I really am happy that I am in this hotel. The room is spectacular and the service is excellent. I am aware that I have spent waaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy more than expected while in Dublin and that I have lost money along the way. I am not too pleased about that, but I am trying to look on the bright side.
I went to church with Jonathan Swift this morning at St. Patrick's Cathedral. He was the dean there and is buried there as well. I sat in the first pew with great wonder and tried to be respectful as I could. I read along with all the responses and knelt down for the eucharist and wine. There are some differences between the Anglican and Catholic church, but not enough to make me feel alientated. I enjoy listening to the choir, preacher and minister and watching all the candles lit up like stars in the sky. Ironically, I spent most of the day in churches, because I wasn't sure where I was headed and somehow always landed in a church.
I also saw original texts of the bible and other books at the Chester Beatty Library. Their collection is impressive and awe inspiring. You honestly feel like your are being transported to 200AD and reading fragements of these sacred texts.
I had a bit of a mishap yesterday when trying to wash my clothes. The chemicals from the detergent were so strong that I ended up pouring half a bottle of body wash (don't ask. I don't even understand myself sometimes) hoping to neutralize the smell...which it did to a certain extent. My clothes are not yet dry and I will try to blow dry them I guess. I swear I feel like the undomestic goddess. Watch out Sophie Kinsella!
The weather here is kinda crazy. It starts off with thunderstorms and then comes the gusting wind and rain...and then all of a sudden you are in the boiling heat..and the cycle continues. I keep sweating and not taking in enough liquids, because I am so caught up in being lost and trying to gain my senses..that sometimes I forget to eat. It is only when I give up and hop onto some tour bus that things slowly get better. Well anyways, I wanted to wash my clothes again because I felt so sick. This time I washed and rinsed them and now hoping they will hang dry. God knows what is next. I will have to repack everything tonight and then tomorrow hopefully meet Seamus.
If I don't get a chance, I will just get on all the hop on and hop off buses as much as possible and try to take it more easy. I am hoping it is just a bad case of jet lag and things will pass soon.
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